One More Little Cut

One More Little Cut

Another Beautiful Scar

And As The Edge Breaks My Skin

I Pray Its Gone To Far

Slowly Slowly

The Blood Begins To Pour

And I'm Craving It, To Feel That Shard

Hurt Me Once More

Again I Slice

The Relief Begins To Flood

And I'm Praying And I'm Hoping

To See Some More Blood

But It's Not Enough

My Arm Must Be Crimson

And I Cut And Cut And Cut Again

I Need My Skin To Glissen

And I'm Driven On

By Voices In My Head

And It's Once More My Addiction

As I Sit Upon My Bed

And When I'm Done

I Silently Clean

And I Cry Another Thousand Tears

As Its Just Another Routine